Realistically, spammers aren't coming to 'read' anything I have to say. Still, just in case one turns up, I want to cinquain them with a little warning about their last boat trip.
A metered abecedarian poem for you today, my friends.-- my contribution to Day 6 of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope you find it to your liking.
What are you, right now? Right now, you are a seeing being. The love that you brought when you came into this world is as pristine as it ever was. Why have you forgotten? Why do you insist on blanketing it under pretenses and stale bravadoes? Let the circus clown in this story remind you...